Did you know that Max Hardcore is a Leo?

The boy who gave me my first kiss at 15: Leo.

My first lover. Not a Leo. He’s a Scorpio. That’s a whole other world I won’t get into now.

But my rebound guy after my first lover, you guessed it: Leo.

Sam: Leo.

And sweet Liandre.

Liandre was a boy who called me every night when I was 14. Our maid, Nana Cion used to sneak me phonecalls by announcing that a girl named Andrea was calling. We’d talk for hours. Who knew what it was about. Just a boy curious about me as I was curious about him.

One day he said he would come over for a visit. I had lost my voice that day after singing too much. It was midafternoon. I sat on a bench in our backyard, not knowing there was a small hive of the meanest yellow jackets in a nook under the bench. What Liandre found when he arrived was me screaming, “Putakti! Putakti” in a deep scraggly voice that sounded like I was possessed by the devil as I ran past him indoors and under a shower of cold water. It’s up there as one of the most embarrassing moments in my life.

I never saw him after that. Think I scared him?

Timothy Greenfield-Sanders is showing portraits of Supermodels from the 1970s and 1980s taken in 2009. Timothy writes: “I have always been interested in how we deal with aging in our hopelessly youth oriented society. These beautiful and amazing women, now in their fifties, were once the reigning queens of American beauty, and the ultimate icons of world-wide marketing.” The exhibit is at the Steven Kasher Gallery in NYC from January 28 to February 27.

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My first job after graduating from college was as a social worker in a nursing home. I was 20 years old and I spent 8 hours of my day with people 4 times my age. I sat with them and talked with them about their lives. They showed me photos of themselves when they were young and told me their stories. I met a former CIA agent (she was senile, so I couldn’t get any stories from her), veterans of World War 2, farmers, housewives, journalists. Their generation saw the most change in the history of humankind. Born in the early 20th century, they were alive through the two World Wars, and witnessed the accelerated pace of technological innovation that was characteristic of the 20th and 21st centuries.

Spending a year working in a nursing home taught me to see the person, not the age. Often I enjoyed the company of old people more than people my age who worked at the nursing home. It was the stories! I’m a sucker for good stories.

At that moment I decided I would make it my mission to live an exciting story. Someday I will be old, and when that happens, I want to have amazing stories to tell.

Here’s a video Jay sent me of an old lady who reminisces about her past, amid flashbacks of footage of her in 70s porn. The old woman is Georgina Spelvin, star of 70s classic The Devil in Miss Jones. Soundtrack: Massive Attack’s, “Paradise Circus”.

Massive Attack Paradise Circus from sabakan on Vimeo.

Remember in last week’s links I mentioned buying these earrings after reading 17 Unusual and Creative Earrings via @GuyKawasaki? Well, today my package arrived from Denmark. What do you think? Cute, no?

Here are this week’s links, as found on twitter and facebook:

> > Incredible rescue in Haiti: a 15-day old baby found alive in the rubble, now breastfeeding after being trapped for 8 days. It really makes me proud of us humans. Despite some bad eggs who ruin the whole basket with corruption, there still are good people who will go the extra mile to help those in need. (via @BestforBabes)

> > Food-tripping on Twitpic (or at least just window-shopping): Mabuhay Palace at the Manila Hotel serves “overflowing Chinese five star cooking.” The Long Life Prawns makes my mouth water. Island girls like me love seafood. The Salted Egg Ice Cream, though, sounds a little weird but I’m an adventurous eater. Which reminds me, someone once told me that you can tell what kind of a lover a person is by the way they eat. How would you describe yourself as an eater/lover?

> > Polyamory is wrong. It is either multiamory or polyphilia, but mixing Greek and Latin roots is wrong. (via @joycesu)

> > Are you getting good results from your social networking profiles? Fetish diva Midori has excellent advice on creating an online profile that attracts women. (via @mistressmatisse)

> > Madonna gets old and her baby Jesus shows his penis. I only have two words to say. I’m sorry. (via @bryanboy)

> > Another piece of horrifying news: psycho mom forces her son to kill his pet hamster because of low grades. What the flying fuck!?!?! Again, I’m sorry. (via @gabemercado)

> > Learn these Chinese swear words so you can use them whenever I post any more stupid bad news. (via @violetblue @viviane212)

Okay enough bad news. Take deep breaths. This might help: a photo I snapped from my bedroom window of a little moment of perfection in between the torrential rains we got here in California this past week.

> > When I first heard of it, it sounded sexy, but the more I thought about Jennifer Love Hewitt vagazzling her vajayjay the less appetizing it became. I imagine a Swarovski crystal in my mouth feels a lot like a cherry pit. I want to separate it from the flesh and spit it out. (via @GuyKawasaki)

> > I usually have little patience for people who snag images from other websites and do not attribute it to the artist the image came from, but I just couldn’t resist linking to this adorable photo of Japanese Cosplay Alice in Wonderland. I’m smiling like a Cheshire Cat! (via @pdxpixguy)

> > I’m really glad the rich and famous are donating so much money to help the victims of the earthquake in Haiti. But news like this turns giving into a spectator sport. Makes the rest of us who can only scrape a measly 2 to 3 digit sum feel like we don’t have to bother. (via bryanboy)

> > Penelope Trunk, founder of Brazen Careerist, is a business writer who uses examples drawn from her relationships and sex life to get her point across. I spent an entire morning reading all the links on her About page and I’m sold like the rest of her 48,000 or so subscribers. (via dumblittleman)

> > I bought these earrings after reading 17 Unusual and Creative Earrings. (via @GuyKawasaki)

> > I can’t help it, but I find the ferocious Tiger Woods on the cover of Vanity Fair so sexy. (via @vivalogos and @vanityfairmag) It’s not uncommon for people who exhibit an extreme passion for something (art, music, sport, business, whatever) to be just as passionate sexually. All very normal and healthy until deceit becomes an ingredient in the mix. A while back I read Susie Bright’s interesting take: Tiger Woods’ Cuckold Fantasies. This is a great possibility for tit-for-tat. If Elin Nordegren really wants to keep her man, how about rounding up a couple of well-hung athletes for a romp in the Woods’ marriage bed, just in time for Tiger to walk in on them?

> > I was so fascinated looking at Walt Disney’s organizational chart. I must have stared at it for a good 10 minutes. I just couldn’t look away. It was interesting, kind of creepy, like looking at a corpse. Or maybe more like Walt Disney’s brain in a jar. (via @GuyKawasaki)

> > This cock rocks long and hard. Nuff said. (via @MishkaNYC)

> > Further proof that men are from Mars and women are from Venus. The gender divide according to Google search autofill. (via @violetblue)

> > Personal news: We got a cat! This Siamese tom was beating up every other alley cat in our friends’ San Francisco neighborhood. He’s a beauty, but there was no peace to be had while he’s terrorizing their ‘hood, so we took him in. He roamed our giant coastside side yard for two days before he came back and settled in. Now he’s Jay’s studio cat love muffin.

> > Oh, and I dyed my hair purple. I’ll get photos up soon.

Me: My booboo’s drying up so it splits now. It hurts everytime it splits though.

Jay: Like testicles.

Wee one: What’s testicles?

Laugh.

Me: (to Jay) You started it.

Jay: They’re balls.

Wee one looks confused.

Me: Girls don’t have them. Only boys. (Wee one looks at me inquisitively.) Under the pecker there are two little round things that they call balls because they’re round. But scientifically they’re called testicles. They’re very fragile. That’s why sometimes when you kick Daddy not on purpose close to his pecker he gets hurt. That’s all I’m going to say about that.

Wee one went on playing. Whew! Parenthood is a tricky job.

I was torn. It had been a long week. Arrangements were made for a first date with another married couple on Friday. I didn’t want to overextend myself on Thursday night and then not have energy on Friday. But Josh… Josh is a guaranteed good time, whereas there was a danger the foursome date would be too polite to develop into a raunchy party. Decisions… decisions…

Jay said, “You want him tonight, don’t you? Admit it.”

“Ten pm,” I answered with a grin I could not wipe off my face for the rest of the night.

Josh arrived on time, clean and handsome. There was very little small talk. He’s there for one thing, and we all know it. His shirt came off. The muscles on his arms and chest tense and relax as he grabbed my flesh firmly squeezing.

Each man is so unique in taste, smell, feel, form… all beautiful and exciting in their own manner. How could I do without this one’s rough way, or another’s refined touch? One’s youthful brashness and another’s smooth kink? How lucky I am to get to experience them all.

Jay licked my pussy while I stretched my body to suck Josh’s cock. He was soft, a rare chance I get to fit all of him in my mouth. Men are so soft and vulnerable between their legs. Mmm…  I hummed as I rested his sweet cock in the entrance to my throat, vibrating him softly. I felt him slowly growing hard, filling my mouth, plugging my throat.

Once hard, Josh acted like a soldier. He put his condom on and got down to business. He went straight for my ass, fucking me on my hands and knees. Several times Josh pulled out, took a deep breath and said, ” I don’t want to cum yet. I almost did.”

One time he pushed his cock into my pussy and said, “I love fucking your ass.” And I laughed, “You’re fucking my pussy. Now you’ve made it all dirty.”

“I love dirty pussy!” Jay laughed and went down to lick my dirty cunt while Josh plowed my behind.

At some point, about the fourth or fifth time Josh stopped himself from cumming, he asked, “If I cum now, will you get me hard again?” Jay wanted me to tell them what I wanted that night. I went through the menu of options in my head, all delicious and naughty.

“I want you both to cum in my mouth,” I decided.

Josh asked Jay about the camera. We don’t always shoot video. Sometimes we want to just relax and not be fumbling for gadgets. But if asked, why not? We have cameras always within reach. We rolled it.

Right on cue, Josh pulled his condom off and shot his wad into my mouth and all over my face, neck and hair. I kept sucking at him, he was still engorged, the whole time still not swallowing the semen in my mouth. I turned to Jay and I kissed him, let him taste Josh’s cum on my tongue. Behind the camera he was smiling.

The boys went back to business, pumping their cocks into each end of me, sweat dripping as they drove hard into me until one after the other, they each made their offering into my mouth, two flavors of a creamy midnight snack.

And just like that, Josh got dressed. We hugged, thanked him for coming over, then he left. I showered, Jay uploaded the video into his Mac, we fucked some more and went to bed.

Friday night Jay and I fooled around on the couch while waiting for our dates. We talked about our expectations that night and the fantastic possibilities. We’ve been friends with the woman for about ten years. When we met she was with another guy. Ten years ago she celebrated her birthday with us, and after dinner I sucked her pussy and made her cum in my mouth. That was the first and only time I was with her. Things went sour between her and the guy she was with. Jay and I fantasized about saving her from the unhappy relationship she was in. They broke up, she remarried, we stayed friends through it all. Tonight I brought a candlelit cupcake out to her, while we all sang the birthday song.

“I want the same as what I had ten years ago,” she announced before she blew out her birthday candle.

She was dressed like she wanted it. The front of her blouse dipped low, and her pants hugged her hips tight. I had a short black dress on and was showing off my new stilettos. Her hand crept under my dress and found my smoothly shaved pussy. We giggled, and I spread my legs to show the rest of the party what they were missing.

“Come on downstairs,” I invited her. “Let’s play dress up.”

I had two identical vinyl nurse outfits picked out. We had been talking earlier about a massage parlor in San Francisco, where masseuses wore sexy nurse outfits and provided “happy endings” for their clients.

I watched her take her blouse off. I couldn’t help myself. I had to take a moment that was just between us girls. I kissed her nipples and gave her a hug. “I’m so happy you’re here,” I said. She told me that she and her husband have been swinging, that her husband was against it at first, that he was jealous of her past lovers, and that now she has changed him into the libertine playmate she wanted as her partner. I was happy for her.

When we got upstairs in our identical nurse uniforms, the guys laughed at the connection to the earlier massage parlor story. We were all a little bit shy. We’ve been friends with the woman for ten years, but we barely knew her husband. We weren’t really sure where the boundaries were, and we tested them cautiously, at first only making out with our own respective spouses. Then the woman bent over lewdly to give me and Jay a view while she sucked her husband’s cock. I pressed my lips against her labia and flicked my tongue around her clit. She moaned and gurgled appreciatively.

Jay was the last to undress. The woman undid his pants while I took her place bent over on the couch. I wanted Jay to have her tonight. He didn’t get to play with her that night ten years ago, and I know she had remained in the back of his mind since. I sucked the woman’s husband’s cock in front of me, taking him deep in my throat while I listened to the woman’s throaty noises while she sucked Jay’s cock behind me. When the man pulled out of my mouth, I turned around and saw the woman sitting on Jay’s face. The man took his place behind me and I guided his cock into my ass.

“Fuck my ass!!!” I cried, letting Jay know how far his slut wife was going with this guy. The man fucked me furiously, his excess flesh jiggling and sweating above me. He’s not as young and ripped as the guys I’m used to, but he reminded me of this chubby guy I hung out with in my senior year in college, who wound up being the one I gave my hymen to.

Jay got up and took the woman into our bedroom. Her husband flinched, but I ordered him to focus on me. “Lick my ass,” I commanded. He pushed his tongue deep into my anus and shook his head swiftly. I found myself getting turned on, drunk on power.

When I’m with a hot young man, I instantly fall into the submissive role, a soft feminine wanting to be taken and ravished by a fine specimen of masculinity. With this man, I found the fledgling voice of a dominatrix inside me. I like this arrogant bitch, I thought. I should let her out more often.

The man got increasingly uncomfortable hearing the loud moans and slapping sounds coming from our bedroom. I tried to detain him longer, but eventually we joined his wife and my husband. Jay had been pumping his cock into her pussy while his thumb prodded her anus. He told me later how tight she was, and how her inexperienced sphincter squeezed his cock out whenever he tried to push his cock in. Her husband fed her his cock so she could have a cock in either end of her. I caressed her body. “Fuck her,” I whispered encouragingly to the guys. “She loves it.”

Jay pulled out of her pussy and let me have a taste of his pussy-dipped stick. She turned around and sat on her husband’s face, then set to work sucking his cock. Jay offered his cock to her, and she clutched at both cocks sucking them both between her lips at once, then taking turns from one to the other. I held her hair. “I love watching you suck two cocks,” I cackled. “Before the night is over I want to see you all covered in cum. That will be your birthday present.” She brightened up at the idea, sucking her two cocks with more frenzy until her man exploded like a fountain into her mouth. Before long, Jay also blasted his cum into her open mouth. She rubbed both men’s cum all over her face euphorically. “This must be the happy ending,” she laughed.

The ladies laid around naked in bed talking afterward, giggling over funny stories from our swinging adventures. Soon the couple got dressed, we hugged good night and they left.

Jay and I stayed awake till the wee hours of Saturday morning, talking and fucking and loving.

So that’s what I did on the first half of my weekend. The rest was spent doing wholesome family activities. What did you do this weekend?

It’s been over two years since the last Jay and May Show. Nothing much has changed. Still up to no good. We talk about my Birthday Nude, the very first pornos we ever made, stories from this past summer’s US Road Trip and our wedding anniversary. Yup, that’s today!!! 13 years ago, Jay and I got hitched. And the whole world is forever changed.

Jay and May Show # 5

It’s the eve of my birthday. I spent the past few nights wide awake thinking, “What’s next?”

One of the best pieces of advice I ever got from my Dad was: choose the option that opens me up to the most options. I’ve taken that to heart all my life, and thanks to him I have before me, millions of possibilities.

This past year I decided I was going to come out of the closet as May Ling Su. Facebook was instrumental. I kept finding old friends there! People I spent my childhood with, whom I hadn’t seen in over a decade. I already had an account, but I was tempted to start a new one, with my childhood name – a name that didn’t lead to all my porn. Instead I took a deep breath and clicked “Add as Friend.” I hoped for continued friendships, but I was ready for the cold shoulder of the “Ignore” button. And you know what? I was surprised by people’s kindness and acceptance and love!!! I am truly blessed!

Over a week ago, Typhoon Ondoy flooded my hometown, Quezon City. It was a huge calamity, but it brought out the best in my people. I witnessed my friends using Facebook and Twitter to coordinate rescue and relief efforts all over the world. It was an amazing display of what social networks in the hands of caring people can do. I felt like I was back in the Philippines again, going out to political demonstrations, helping feed the hungry and clothe the needy. There’s so much that needs doing.

A while back I wrote about meeting some people about a singing gig. Music is my first love. I was thrilled to sing for an audience, but the owner of the bar wanted to suck up more time from me than I was willing to give, at first offering me a weekly gig, then wanting four nights of my week. Ultimately I had to decline. It wasn’t the option that opens me up to the most options.

Tonight, I have dreams of the future in my head. Asia. The Philippines. Music. Art. Porn. Sex. Love. Family. Friends. I’m going to bed, hug my wee one and hug my man. I’ll be thankful and full of love.